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In the Mood for Love
He saw the first one when he caught its corner behind a dust-bound volume of textbooks. A wrinkled page torn from …
love poem melting + Other Poems
love poem melting in the swell of the moving shifting bits of I can’t hear anything but the wind running against …
Turning,
[Meat’s bit dry tonight, remarks Aldrin]
Our neighbors are busy undressing and dressing, entombed in black velvet, over-the-elbow gloves if she wants to make a statement—does this …
3 Stories
Candles, Please “Exhale.” The crowd—upwards of forty years old and clad in a variety of branded spandex—sighs. “Tighten your left buttock.” …
Dear Indy
How do I know the difference between being friends with someone and having romantic feelings for them? I guess the traditional …
Rabbits
Alexa could not remember when she began to allow the rabbits to sleep with her, in their bed, when Rob was …
Divorce(e)
Oscar rose from his seat still crying and started to clap vigorously. He felt a little possessed and a little self-conscious, …
Two Stories
TONGUES “Do you want to touch tongues?” Ella asked me. We sat underneath one of the fold-out plastic tables boasting boxes …
Collected Poems (no theme)
Shades of Sick I woke up, sick of today, still a golden caterpillar, high as balls on buttery dreams. My open …
Besotten
Was Hamlet’s death Hamlet’s fault? she asked. I’m not so sure. The play is named after him, though, Ira-Taylor replied, half-laughing. …
Two Poems
When I left you in the lovely dark, you held up the morning in your hands Sometimes when we sleep together …
Dear
She has sort of chewed up hands.
She has sort of chewed up hands. I don’t mind; I don’t need her to be perfect. And she’s wearing some …
Possessions
All Al could talk about was how excited he was for dinner. He said his wife was cooking something special. “I …
Bunnies
Valentine and I moved in together at the start of a Rooster year—the kind that, decades ago, my mother was born …
Two Poems
Cathy I hate missing sock mistake I hate rat raisin fluorescent forget and death and a plastic clothing hanger wet paper …
The Fourth of July Girl
She emerges from the port-a-potty dripping wet. The blue plastic door swings a full one hundred and eighty degrees, shuddering the …
Then What Isn't?
Thomas did not see the squirrel. He saw a wooden chair resting sideways on the ground. He saw a broken glass …
4 poems
twenty years from today , i still love you Shuchi with intent , i limb my swollen gesture in your ventilator …
After Life
A slight breeze tickles the hairs on the medium-sized A slight breeze tickles the hair on the young girl’s arms, and …
Two Stories
Duck Chainsaw Lost Nevada has a red sky but it’s never violent to anyone who’s born there, only the ones that …
3 Stories: Money Matters, Bean Soup, Horse
Money Matters by Betsy Roy You wouldn’t believe what I’d do for money. Like, seriously! It depends on the time of …
Money in Your Mouth
And then the money was in your mouth. So much money you were always eating salad, those pretentious, extortionate salads your …
5x5
Bingo night is every Thursday. I will never go. The game is a purgatory for squares and number counters, and worse …
llewellyn
I thought Llewellyn was the most beautiful name in the English language. At least, that’s what I told my mother at …
Six Men Spotted at the Glen Park Roller Rink and Rec Center
ROB It is hard to avoid looking at one another on the rink because you’re in a circle: somebody’s always following …
Three Poems
new interior for a hallmark birthday card hornet wound i weep your memory accounting for sapphire-stained rungs in the ladder though …
Two Poems
Paliochori Mentions this only as strange ordeal, her translation resisting delivery—vegetable state and we’ll see no more of Tsalia, Damia, Disekia, …
Apocrypha
the ground breaks too so please tell me my name even if my fullmouth stings of feathers the loudest thing the …
The Absence
Margaret Boyle woke up and her left incisor was loose. In her dream, she was crushed under a giant unspecified citrus …
Brief Elemental Things
A conversation with essayist, editor, and translator Eliot Weinberger
Robert Atwan likened the essay form to a solitary, restless individual; Montaigne believed essays could only be written in paces; Hilton …
Four More
OnceChildhood Dismissing worries quickly—like a professional palm reader, you never and always talk to me about bees, their outlines wasted on …
Four Poems
Harmony in Red I cut my foot at the museum, Walked around afraid Trailing blood I looked at the wall between …
Three Poems
here we collide Worry me at the tail edge of torn seams, Locked into conversation with the neighbors again About the …
Picture Shows for Roadkill
content warning: animal death, non-consensual intimacy Martin is smoking on the bed with his elbow buried into his thigh and head …
Skeletons
I remember when I was Boy and mother was Mother Bells chimed at noontime on streets made asphalt sang songs it …
My Professor told me that since the Beginning of Time Humanity has been concerned about Daisy
This Poem Has Been Written Before on october 2018 in the united states of america
Don’t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother She’s sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a …